The position was perfect and exactly what I desired. She smelled exquisite—like fear-induced lust. The glimpse of her pussy told me she was glistening for me, too.
Yet there was a strange pull in my gut that held me back from removing my pants.
It didn’t make sense. My beast was practically panting for her, my cock hard and ready, but that sense of wrongness nagged at my instincts.
I took a step to the side, taking in her body from a new angle.
Her tits were firm and full, waiting for me to grab on to them. Those nipples were ripe and rosy, too.
Definitely turned on. So very different from the first time I’d demanded that she take this position. Which was good because I wanted her eager to be fucked. Eager to be mine. Eager for mybite.
I kept moving, circling her as a predator should, and paused when I reached the opposite side of the bed.
Her eyes.
Thatwas what I needed.
Those beautiful green irises, so feline in nature and filled with calculative intent. Almost as though she knew something I didn’t. Some sort of secret.
No, not a secret.
Achallenge.
One her gaze told me she fully intended to win. Only, I didn’t know what game we were playing. But I was intrigued to find out.
“Come here and take my pants off,” I told her, wanting her eyes on me almost as much as her hands.
She crawled forward and sat back on her heels with her knees slightly spread. I admired her thighs and the hint of her shaved mound before shifting my attention up her flat stomach to her tits.
And ended my perusal with those addictive irises.
I felt hypnotized by her, utterly enchanted by the cunning glimmer lurking in those emerald depths.
How did I miss this earlier?I wondered, enthralled by her gaze now. Not even her fingers on my trousers could distract me.So enchanting…
This was why theErositabond was dangerous. Why it had to be destroyed. It weakened even the oldest of beings, including me.
But Ismerelda wouldn’t win this match between us.
I’d remind her of her place—beneath me. And I’d stare into those alluring eyes while I did it.
The sound of my zipper inching downward sent blood rushing to my groin, making me impossibly harder for the female before me.
Definitely dangerous.Addictive, too.
I hadn’t been able to touch another woman since waking. Ismerelda was the only one I craved. And it wasn’t for a lack of offerings underground. I had an entire buffet of blood virgins to pick from, and not one of them had appealed to me the way Ismerelda did right now.
Part of it was our link. But I suspected it went much deeper than that. I’d chosen this female for a reason. And I couldn’t wait to find out why.
She inched forward, her hands on the sides of my pants as she pushed them down to my thighs, revealing my throbbing cock to her view. Yet her eyes remained on mine, her athletic form moving to the floor to kneel at my feet while she worked.
Fuck.
The sight of her kneeling before me like this was far more appealing than her being on all fours, primarily because I could see her face. Her expression.And those incredible eyes.
It was as though I’d been drugged, my obsession with her heightening by the second. The cure was simple—fuck her.
But I didn’t want to rush it. I wanted to savor this. Indulge in my cravings to the fullest.Finally feel alive.
